After The Web Novel Great God Transmigrated As A Scummy Online Dating Top - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Lin Muxue had a sentimental streak that bordered on obsession. When the system notifications flooded with contract offers from various editors, she chose “Liu Lü” without a second thought. In her original timeline, Liu Lü had been her editor from her very first book, staying by her side as she grew into a big-name author. This “old bond” across time meant she didn’t even blink at the more lucrative offers from veteran editors.

Meanwhile, in this world, the actual Liu Lü was experiencing a “White Moonlight” moment.

Having started at Green Dog Literature only six months ago, Liu Lü’s passion for novels had been severely battered by the daily grind of reading messy, amateur submissions. She was a textbook “scum girl” of the literary world—loving the idea of books but losing interest the moment she actually had to handle them.

But after reading The Arcane Case Files by the newcomer “Mu Qianshan” last night, her addiction was reignited. She had spent the night tossing and turning, eventually getting up at midnight to send several recruitment messages before scouring the site for “substitute” stories to satisfy her craving.

The next morning, exhausted from her “white moonlight” obsession, she assumed she’d lost the newcomer to a senior editor. But as she lay in bed after work, her QQ work account pinged.

When she saw the note: “Hello, I am Mu Qianshan,” her hand shook so violently that her phone dropped straight onto her face.

“Ow!” Ignoring the pain, Liu Lü flipped from her back to her stomach like a hungry tiger. Her eyes, illuminated by the faint glow of the screen, practically shone with a predatory green light.

The Explosion

At 9:00 AM the following day, readers logging in to check for updates were met with a sight that made them rub their eyes in disbelief.

Puppy Don’t Bite Me: !!!! WHAT HAPPENED!!! WHY DID THE AUTHOR SUDDENLY DUMP A MASSIVE UPDATE!!!

Only three days after the first post, Lin Muxue had dropped six chapters at once, each a solid 3,000 words. The “Contracted” badge now gleaming on her profile explained everything.

Did the Author Update?: Tomorrow is the Thursday list reshuffle. The author hit the 30k word count right at the deadline to snag a good spot on next week’s rankings. Smart!

Tonight’s Typhoon is Beautiful: Spread the word, Mu Qianshan is dropping 100k words tomorrow!! Haha Party: Are you guys dreaming? Wake up! Obviously, she’s going to update 900k words!

The comment section was a carnival of “update rituals.” Lin Muxue remained unfazed. As a former writing machine with the outline already in her head, outputting text was just manual labor. To pay off her debts quickly, she needed to reach the VIP (paid) stage as fast as possible.

Family Ties

While waiting for her novel to generate income, Lin Muxue focused on the household.

Her uncle, Zhong Cuili, had surprisingly returned home before midnight and stayed quiet. After eating a bowl of her handmade seafood wontons for breakfast, he was about to head back to sleep when he saw her return from the morning market with bags of fresh ingredients.

Zhong Cuili, rubbing his freshly buzzed head, asked through a mouthful of toothpaste foam, “Are you really inviting them over for dinner?”

“When have I ever joked with you?” Lin Muxue shot back.

Zhong Cuili froze, then realized—this was the ultimate chance to brag! He didn’t even finish brushing; he just rinsed, grabbed his phone, and ran to his room.

“Hey! Old Chen! Wake up! My niece is cooking for us today! Yeah, personally! You’ll never get this lucky again, get over here!”

In the kitchen, Lin Muxue listened to her uncle’s boisterous shouting—loud enough to knock spiders off the ceiling—and couldn’t help but smile.

In her original world, she and her uncle had been estranged for years. He had clumsily tried to provide for her materially while neglecting emotional presence, leading to nothing but resentment. Now, she was proactively breaking the ice.

“Once you’re done, come help,” she said to her uncle as he ran back in to claim credit. She handed him a bowl of garlic and pointed to a small stool. “Go peel that.”

She used the tone one might use for a child.

Zhong Cuili didn’t mind at all. He sat down by the trash can, happily peeling garlic while rambling about how his friends had praised her beauty the night before.

Lin Muxue worked efficiently—chopping, blanching, soaking—responding to him occasionally while keeping him busy with small tasks. This warm, mundane domesticity was exactly what she had missed most in the other world.